Chapter 491: Quick action, accurate direction, ruthless action

Under Yi Chu's murderous aura, the Jindan monk felt as if he was stared at by a Henggu beast, and his eyes were filled with panic. However, the majesty of the Heavenly Demon Palace was like a mountain, pressing on their hearts.

"one!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from Yi Chu's mouth. When he heard this sound, the bodies of more than a dozen monks couldn't help but tremble. Judging from the force that Yi Chu had just shown, it would be easy to kill them, not to mention that their biggest reliance at this time was not effective at all. Since Yi Chu could kill the master of Nascent Soul without blinking, they were naturally a piece of cake for Yi Chu and had nothing to worry about.

"Yi Chu, our palace master asked you to visit the Heavenly Demon Palace immediately. If you despise the Heavenly Demon Order, I will report it to the Palace Master quickly and ask the Palace Master to make a decision." The Jindan monk who relied on his courage to say a few words, before Yi Chu could drink out the second number, he rolled up a dark cloud and flew out of the Chixue Mountain in panic.

It seemed like a hurricane had passed, and more than a dozen monks from the Heavenly Demon Palace came and went quickly. In just a short while, they disappeared into Yi Chu's eyes.

As these cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Palace left, the Blood Transformation Peak fell into silence again. This silence was like a surge of pressure, pressing on the bodies of elders who passed on the power and guarded the body of elders.

As the most respected senior of the Blood Transformation Sect, the two looked at each other and understood it. The elder of the Passing Kung Fu slowly walked out and respectfully bowed to Yi Chu and said, "Sect Master, subordinate..."

"Do you think I've done too much?" Yi Chu turned his head and said with a disapproving smile on his face.

The elder Chuangong originally wanted to express his meaning in a tactful manner, but unexpectedly, Yi Chu said it directly. Under awkwardness, the elder Chuangong didn't know how to answer the conversation. If Taoist Feixuan was the sect leader, the elder Chuangong felt that this would not happen, but now facing Yi Chu, he couldn't help but feel a little afraid from the bottom of his heart.

"I understand what you mean, but don't you see it? The people from the Demon Palace are obviously looking for trouble on purpose! Even if we treat each other well, what can we do? They will never let us go!"

While Yi Chu spoke, he pointed to the endless mountains and said, "In the Demonic Way, some people don't want me to be the leader of the Blood-Crafting Sect; of course, they don't want me to revive the Blood-Crafting Sect, and they don't want the ancient sect of the Blood-Crafting Sect to exist in the Demonic Way again."

"Our existence is almost a thorn in the flesh for them. In the magic path, they certainly don't want a sect that is enough to fight against them. Therefore, Zheng Hao deliberately provoked. But unfortunately, he overestimated his strength and misread me Yi Chu! There are so many people who want to take my life, so how many older he can be!"

Before the Blood Transformation God Palace, there was silence. Elders led by Elder Chuangong and the monks standing around stood there with quiet faces, but their hearts were surging like a turbulent sea, and they could not calm down for a long time.

"You may say that we can tolerate it and will soon endure it. But what I want to tell you is that when we treat such shameless people, we will become their capital to become more and more powerful; secondly, we must be either tolerant or cruel when dealing with things and people!"

"For the arrogant people, Yi Chu cannot kill the teeth and blood and swallow it into his stomach. Tolerance is not my personality. My principle in dealing with the world is that if someone does not offend me, I will not offend others; if someone offends me, I will kill people! Since they dare to provoke, I will fight back and revenge. If I want to return to the peak of the Demonic Dao, I will give you three words to me: take action quickly, be accurate in direction, and be ruthless in action!"

"You must take action quickly, your direction must be accurate, and your action must be ruthless!" These words were loud and powerful, and violently hitting everyone's eardrums and hearts. As the sound echoed, every disciple of the Blood Transformation Sect couldn't help but feel excited and passionate!

"Disciples and others are willing to follow the sect leader and reappear the mighty power of my Blood Transformation Sect." A disciple of the Blood Generation suddenly knelt on the ground and said to Yi Chu in a deep voice.

Although this disciple has not reached the innate level, his attitude is full of confidence and firmness. The disciple knelt down, and the monks knelt down one after another in front of Yi Chu.

"We are willing to follow the sect leader and reappear the mighty power of my Blood-Crafting Sect!" He raised his arms and shouted slowly, slowly turning into a torrent, echoing around the Blood-Crafting Sect.

Yi Chu's eyes flew over every disciple of the Blood Transformation Sect one by one, and finally fell on Hua Zhizi. Although Hua Zhizi had the peak cultivation level of the Liquid Transformation, under Yi Chu's gaze, his body still couldn't help but tremble.

"Crazy Zhizi, are those monks who have withdrawn from Chixue Mountain still outside Chixue Mountain?"

"You reported to the sect leader, they didn't move." When Hua Zhizi asked Yi Chu, his mind suddenly eased. He hurriedly stepped out of the line and knelt on the ground and reported in a deep voice.

Yi Chu rolled up his sleeves, and a red cloud instantly rose from his sleeves. Hundreds of cultivators in the Blood Transformation Sect were held back by the red clouds and rushed towards the Red Blood Mountain.

"I still want to take advantage of the troubled waters here? I'm so blind! Well, I'll send you on the way now."

The towering blood-waving peak was left with only Yi Chu's faint words echoing, and a murderous aura kept hovering around the blood-waving peak...

"Brother Zhao, why don't the Feixia Sword Sect come yet?" A monk in the pregnancy and infant stage walked to a middle-aged monk in his forties and asked in confusion.

The middle-aged monk was calm and introverted in his body. If he didn't look carefully, he could not tell at all that he had any cultivation. However, no one who stood beside him dared to underestimate him.

"Haha, are you anxious? Don't worry, Mr. Xiangyan is the beloved son of Mrs. Xianyang and his wife of Feixia Sword Sect. He killed his **. How could Mrs. Xianyang be so willing to give up? The reason why she has not come for a long time is that I am probably taking over the body for Mr. Xiangyan."

The middle-aged cultivator gently twisted his beard more than three inches long, and his expression seemed even more calm: "What's more, the Blood-Crafting Sect has been weak for a long time, and now a leader with amazing cultivation suddenly appears. This is not a good thing for all the major forces in the world. Therefore, I can completely conclude that the disaster of the Blood-Crafting Sect is right in front of me."

"There is a disaster in front of me? Then I'm so strange. The sir is just thinking about others. Why don't you calculate for yourself? Why would you die because of this?" A faint voice came from the sky with a hint of disdain.
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